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Click, click, click. An absurd silence consumes the party of the corrupted and perverse high ranking filth of the worlds. Their unified source of amusement for this Wednesday evening is just starting to take an interesting turn, determined only by the mere weight of chance and fate. If Pandora were one to believe in such a thing, she'd find the roulette's choice a very ironic joke. Fortunately for her, the High Council Time Ranger believes in nothing more than happenstance, hand in hand with social hierarchy contributing to an imbalance of fortune, whether in your favour or not. She also believes herself to be of superior renown and the hig

She had looked so beautiful, standing outside in the rain, amid the muddy field of patchy grass and thriving weeds, with her arms tossed up at the stormy heavens. He'd never found her more beautiful than that moment. Her hair is soaked to an oil slick black and sticks and is plastered against her face in awkward portions.  Her dress droops under the weight of the wet material, and outlines her body in just the right places. And her eyes, oh, her eyes, the way they sparkle when a spasm of lightning invades the sky. Her tiny shoes are so thickly caked in mud that one couldn't imagine them ever being a lighter shade, never mind the pri